“I branded you as mine, Lottie,” he whispered. “Are you?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yours.”
I felt his smile on my skin. “That’s right. Mine.”
He grabbed a condom and settled between my thighs. Our eyes locked as he sank into me, slowly easing inside, inch by inch, until we were flush. “You feel so good,” he groaned. “I love how wet you are for me.”
“Only you,” I whimpered, feeling the fullness from his cock inside me.
He braced himself on one elbow and began to move. Slow, languid strokes that made me sigh in pleasure. He hooked one leg over his shoulder, changing the position, and withdrew to the tip, then sank back in, deeper than ever. My breath caught at the new angle. He was hitting me in a place I had never felt until now, and I began to quiver with the rush of sensation it caused. Tremors raced through me, and I grasped at his shoulders, my nails sinking into his skin. He gripped my leg, grunting as he moved.
“Yes, Lottie. Like that. Move with me. Fuck…yes.”
My body took on a mind of its own, matching his rhythm. The room was filled with the sounds we created. Our skin sliding together, the low moans and grunts that fell from Logan’s lips. The pleas and whispers from mine. The bed creaked as we moved, the headboard a low, steady beat of our movements. My hand slipped off his neck, curling around his bulging bicep, as my other found purchase in my sheets, twisting and gripping the soft material. Logan kept one hand on my leg and anchored himself to the headboard. Our gazes remained locked, his hooded and dark, mine wide and wanting. My orgasm hit me suddenly, sharp and wild, and I cried out, arching and shuddering around him. He cursed and kept moving, shaking his head.
“You’re going to give me another one,” he growled, grabbing my other leg and flinging it over his shoulder as he thrust harder.
I thrashed my head side to side, the angle so intense, I clutched at him. “No, Logan, I can’t… You need—”
He cut me off. “You can, Lottie. For me.”
He rose up on his knees and began to plunge harder. His hair fell in his face, the sweat trickling down his cheek. The coil inside me tightened again, and I cried out, my body beginning to spasm and grip him. He closed his eyes, flung back his head, and came in a long, low growl of curses and muttered words. I lost myself to him and his demands, crashing into the pleasure as it gripped me, taking everything I had and giving it to him.
To Logan.
We stilled, the only sounds in the room our heavy breathing. Logan’s head hung down, his chest pumping fast. His hair covered his face, the long strands hiding him from me. Playfully, I teased his ear with my toe, and he peeked up, a knowing smirk on his face.
“How was that for taking it away?”
“If I were a teacher, I’d give you a gold star.”
He slipped my legs off his shoulder, rubbing them briskly. He slid from me, disposing of the condom and returning to gather me in his arms. He nuzzled my forehead.
“As a teacher, I’m giving you an A++, and trust me, that never happens.”
I smiled and ran my hands through his hair. Quiet settled around us.
“Tell me about your life, Logan.”LoganI knew what she wanted. She’d had enough heavy from her parents, and she didn’t want to think about it anymore today. I had been pleased to sing to her, feeling her relax in my arms as my voice drifted over her. I had also been more than happy to make love to her, always ready for her in that sense. She had shared a lot of her life with me, and now she wanted to know about mine. But not the past. What my life contained now.
I tucked an arm behind my head, holding her close with the other one as she snuggled into my side.
“Do you like being a teacher?” she asked.
“Yeah, I do.”
“But it’s not full time.” I heard the worry in her voice.
“No, but I get by fine for now. I’m in good with a couple of the secretaries, and they steer as much time my way as possible. In fact, starting next term, I have a mat leave I’ll be covering. I’m hoping it leads to full time since it’s the teacher’s fourth kid and she’s been talking about not coming back.”
“Oh,” she responded. “That would be good.”
“It would be,” I agreed. “It’s a great school—it’s one of the ones I showed you yesterday. I can walk to and from it easily, and the kids are pretty good. It’s a decent area, and I like the other teachers.”
“What grade do you teach?”